I think some congratulations are in order! Tomorrow, November 10th, 2009 is Sesame Street’s 40th anniversary. I know this will age me, but my twin brother Scott and I were charter audience members of this amazing show’s first season in 1969.
Everyone is celebrating: Michelle Obama is going to be on to teach the puppets how to seed a vegetable garden. A block in NYC – Columbus Ave. at 64th St. – will be temporarily named “Sesame Street.”
One of my earliest memories was that of one iconic segment on the show, where an Operatic Orange sings “Habanera” from Carmen. I remember my Mom watching it with me, and singing along – she liked to sing Opera too and had (and still does) a great voice, so we sang along with this animated orange who starts out in a bowl with other fruit and then rolls out onto the kitchen counter, donning a rubber band mouth, daisy eyes, and a dish towel as a hat. To my 3-year-old self, she was enchanting (you can watch this along with other classic videos at sesamestreet.org).
Everyone had a favorite character, of course, and mine was definitely Cookie Monster. Cookie was just out of control and that’s what I liked about him. He was exuberant – he wanted cookies and he wanted them now . . . . Cookiessss!!! A recent commentary on the View about whether Cookie Monster should eat cookies (he now eats apples and carrots mostly) made me laugh in disbelief. He’s a cookie monster – not an apple tree monster. I agree with Whoopie Goldberg when she said that he does not teach kids to be gluttonous – I think he teaches kids to have fun.
I learned my ABCs; my numbers, about which things go together in groups and which things don’t, and all about the lovable characters and how they were able to live together in harmony with the adults and the kids on the street. And then, when I got a bit older, I graduated to the Muppet Show where I met Kermit, Miss Piggy and the rest of that menagerie. I loved seeing Ernie and Burt argue and then make up with each other – they acted just like siblings and I could relate, and Oscar the Grouch, and of course Big Bird. It turns out that the actress that originated this character is still doing it on TV today (she’s 75 years old).
So, when you get nostalgic for your childhood (or you want your own kids to watch some really great TV), tune into the classic episodes from this beloved show online or watch on your local PBS affiliate. With so many shows having gone off the air over the years, it is comforting that this one can still make kids (and adults) happy. I’m going to have a cookie with a glass of milk to celebrate, just for you Cookie Monster.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A Secret Literary Society in NYC? With everything so transparent these days, is this still possible?
I went to a “secret” literary lecture tonight at St Jean Baptiste Church on the Upper East Side (76th St. bet. Lex. And 3rd Ave.) in Manhattan. Well, it wasn’t a secret to the almost 250 people who attended and the speaker, but there is no name for the group, who meets only once a year (for the past 17 years) and they have no website or phone number. One is invited and then they get back in touch with you (via note cards where you fill out your info.) when they want to tell you about their next lecture.
I was invited by a new friend, an architect who I met at a party near Columbia University a few weeks ago. I didn’t know what to expect of the evening, but as we made our way from Grand Central Station with her good friend, a muralist, in tow, to the 6 train, to dinner at a diner near the Church, to the lecture hall, I realized that taking a risk and meeting new people can be just what one needs after a exhausting day at work.
The lecture hall was filling up fast – I had no idea that this many people were going to be interested in Eleanor of Aquitaine and Hildegard! I knew practically nothing about these two women, expect that Eleanor was a queen and Hildegard was a nun, and they lived a very long time ago.
What ensued was inspiring on many levels. The lecturer was this gorgeous, bohemian woman in her 30s or 40s with wavy dark hair and a cherubic face who had a rich, eloquent voice that made the subject matter come to life. She talked about how these two women’s lives crossed paths, and how they changed the world as we know it.
Eleanor was an educated young women whose father and other relatives were troubadours who had learned their art of singing and romance from the Muslims. As a young woman, she studied at Hildegard’s school for women (in a nunnery) and learned about the sacred feminine, about music, and dance, and art and philosophy. Did you know that she organized the Arthurian legends into the written word, from the oral tradition and that if it had not been for her that we would not have the stories of King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table, Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot?
Hildegard was equally fascinating. Given to the house of God at the age of 8 (which was common for parents to do with their 10th child), she was sequestered with a nun and some monks in the abbey in southern France where she lived until she turned 38 years old when she became Abbess. She then, as they say “came into her own”. She had always had visions, but had been encouraged by a young monk for those many years to not hide them, but write about them. And she did just that, including composing music, creating elaborate art work, and building a school for women that would teach them to not be afraid of their power and intellect.
It was a truly inspiring talk and after it was over, a Harpist played for a minute and the speaker sang an old French song, in French, with an operatic voice. We were encouraged to come up to the organized and ask them questions, and this is where things got a little strange.
I went up to the women taking our note cards with our contact info., and I asked her “What is the name of your group or organization” and she said, “well, we don’t have one”. Then I went up to the woman who lectured and I asked her if she was a professor at a college or University in the City, and she seemed taken aback. I said that if she was, I would love to take one of her classes, and she seemed truly flattered, but she said she wasn’t teaching right now. Then I ran into the jovial man who had introduced her, and asked him more questions: how often do they meet, how can I let people know about it, and he said, that they contact people they think will be interested, but they only meet about once a year. They like to let things happen organically. And that they hope that the talks will inspire people and change their lives as well.
I’d never heard anything like this, but it was really interesting. Of course they had a ton of people come – they made it a secret, exclusive thing to even know about it.
My new friend had told me that she went to one of these lectures about a year ago and it was about Emerson and that it also was incredibly interesting. I have to say that my curiosity is still a hold of me. I have Googled the Church and still find nothing on this group. But, maybe the thing to do is to just allow myself to experience the evening and the event itself without needing to figure it all out.
I had met someone and made a second new friend in one evening, and I hope to get together with these two women again very soon. I heard, enjoyed, and learned a great deal at a lecture, and it was as if I was enrolled in an enthralling college class once again after many years. And if all of this has to be a secret, their secret is safe with me. So, yes, there are secret literary societies in NYC in 2009. And did it change my life for the better? Yes, to that too.
I was invited by a new friend, an architect who I met at a party near Columbia University a few weeks ago. I didn’t know what to expect of the evening, but as we made our way from Grand Central Station with her good friend, a muralist, in tow, to the 6 train, to dinner at a diner near the Church, to the lecture hall, I realized that taking a risk and meeting new people can be just what one needs after a exhausting day at work.
The lecture hall was filling up fast – I had no idea that this many people were going to be interested in Eleanor of Aquitaine and Hildegard! I knew practically nothing about these two women, expect that Eleanor was a queen and Hildegard was a nun, and they lived a very long time ago.
What ensued was inspiring on many levels. The lecturer was this gorgeous, bohemian woman in her 30s or 40s with wavy dark hair and a cherubic face who had a rich, eloquent voice that made the subject matter come to life. She talked about how these two women’s lives crossed paths, and how they changed the world as we know it.
Eleanor was an educated young women whose father and other relatives were troubadours who had learned their art of singing and romance from the Muslims. As a young woman, she studied at Hildegard’s school for women (in a nunnery) and learned about the sacred feminine, about music, and dance, and art and philosophy. Did you know that she organized the Arthurian legends into the written word, from the oral tradition and that if it had not been for her that we would not have the stories of King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table, Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot?
Hildegard was equally fascinating. Given to the house of God at the age of 8 (which was common for parents to do with their 10th child), she was sequestered with a nun and some monks in the abbey in southern France where she lived until she turned 38 years old when she became Abbess. She then, as they say “came into her own”. She had always had visions, but had been encouraged by a young monk for those many years to not hide them, but write about them. And she did just that, including composing music, creating elaborate art work, and building a school for women that would teach them to not be afraid of their power and intellect.
It was a truly inspiring talk and after it was over, a Harpist played for a minute and the speaker sang an old French song, in French, with an operatic voice. We were encouraged to come up to the organized and ask them questions, and this is where things got a little strange.
I went up to the women taking our note cards with our contact info., and I asked her “What is the name of your group or organization” and she said, “well, we don’t have one”. Then I went up to the woman who lectured and I asked her if she was a professor at a college or University in the City, and she seemed taken aback. I said that if she was, I would love to take one of her classes, and she seemed truly flattered, but she said she wasn’t teaching right now. Then I ran into the jovial man who had introduced her, and asked him more questions: how often do they meet, how can I let people know about it, and he said, that they contact people they think will be interested, but they only meet about once a year. They like to let things happen organically. And that they hope that the talks will inspire people and change their lives as well.
I’d never heard anything like this, but it was really interesting. Of course they had a ton of people come – they made it a secret, exclusive thing to even know about it.
My new friend had told me that she went to one of these lectures about a year ago and it was about Emerson and that it also was incredibly interesting. I have to say that my curiosity is still a hold of me. I have Googled the Church and still find nothing on this group. But, maybe the thing to do is to just allow myself to experience the evening and the event itself without needing to figure it all out.
I had met someone and made a second new friend in one evening, and I hope to get together with these two women again very soon. I heard, enjoyed, and learned a great deal at a lecture, and it was as if I was enrolled in an enthralling college class once again after many years. And if all of this has to be a secret, their secret is safe with me. So, yes, there are secret literary societies in NYC in 2009. And did it change my life for the better? Yes, to that too.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Are women happy?
I probably should have started my new blog with this topic, because its very beginning is based on the fact that I felt I needed an outlet, and that writing on a regular basis would make me happy. .. .
But my personal happiness is not the big story here -- It’s been all over the news this past week and the consensus seems to be that today’s women are not happy: Arianna Huffington did a post last week entitled, “The Sad, Shocking Truth About How Women Are Feeling”: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arianna-huffington/the-sad-shocking-truth-ab_b_290021.html, and Maureen Dowd’s column last Sunday in the New York Times is called “Blue is the New Black”: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/opinion/20dowd.html
But what is the real story? Are women less happy than they were 40 years ago, and what will it take to make women happier? It’s a difficult question to answer, and depends on one’s circumstances.
If, as a woman, you are dealing with issues of freedom, famine, war, sex crimes, abuse, infanticide of girls, etc., you are dealing with basic, fundamental issues that affect your life at a gut level. Empowering women and creating laws that protect women should be the ultimate goals.
Bill Clinton was on the Daily Show this week talking about his Clinton Global Initiative and about how women are the number one driver of economic growth, and that access to women's education and health care are the most important initiatives for the CGI this year. http://www.thedailyshow.com/. Also, an article from the National Post discusses how Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has made women a centerpiece of her diplomatic visits saying that empowering women is the single most important thing that can be done to drive global prosperity: http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/posted/archive/2009/08/18/hillary-clinton-makes-women-s-rights-top-priority.aspx
But if you live in a free country like the United States, and you are educated, have a partner, have a family, but are dealing with two full time jobs, commutes, and childcare, then your issues of happiness are much more specific. You need more TIME, you need to pair down your “to-do” list to the essentials, . . .. Dare I saw, you may need to say “no” more often.
But are you happy or unhappy? It’s really a very individual thing at this point. You may say you are happy that you have kids, and can see them grow up. You may pine for the simpler time when you were dating or newly married and didn’t have all the responsibility, and you may be utterly exhausted.
There are several new books that are tackling this subject from different perspectives that we might want to explore:
Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn
http://www.amazon.com/Half-Sky-Oppression-Opportunity-Worldwide/dp/0307267148/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253561482&sr=1-1
-- The oppression of women is not only a moral issue but also affects the growth of the world economy. This book is currently on the bestseller list and it takes the idea of women’s happiness to a global/political sphere, and thus outside ourselves to hopefully help women who are less fortunate then we are, and ultimately change the world.
Women Want More: How to Capture Your Share of the World's Largest, Fastest-Growing Market by Michael J. Silverstein and Kate Sayre http://www.amazon.com/Women-Want-More-Capture-Fastest-Growing/dp/0061776416/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253559082&sr=1-1
-- Women want more TIME; the book is based on the Boston Consulting Group’s global study of over 12,000 in over 22 countries. The authors’ findings are sometimes surprising: pets come before sex and time comes before money.
Find Your Strongest Life: What the Happiest and Most Successful Women Do Differently by Marcus Buckingham:
http://www.amazon.com/Find-Your-Strongest-Life-Differently/dp/1400202361/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253561570&sr=1-1
-- Women want less choice. This was discussed in Maureen Dowd’s column, but I think she makes too much of it – we definitely should not go back to the “simpler times” when women couldn’t get the jobs men could (and they definitely didn’t get paid the same), when societal pressures said that you had to get married and have a bunch of kids, when abortion was illegal.
The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun by Gretchen Rubin (out in January):
http://www.amazon.com/Happiness-Project-Morning-Aristotle-Generally/dp/0061583251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253561615&sr=1-1
--One woman’s journey on the road towards happiness, a project: http://www.happiness-project.com/; women may need to help others in order to feel happy with themselves. This book takes the “O, the Oprah Magazine” stance that we are in control of our own happiness and can try lots of different things to get there.
But is happiness a destination? Will we ever “get there”? I don’t think so.
I think every day is a struggle to find balance between what we need to do and what we want to do: get up and go to work, cook (or buy healthy food), clean, handle one’s finances, take care of others (kids, partners, pets) and the things we want to do like travel, take long walks, etc. (yes, there can be overlap)
Having read all of these items in the news and about these books, I am finding that being happy is a daily struggle. And I know that my hopes, dreams, frustrations are my own and very personal, but they are also other women’s as well. I think it comes down to being in the moment and looking at each day as a gift. And, trying to look outside oneself towards helping others, like volunteering or mentoring.
So, what makes you happy? I want to know . . . . .
Some things that make me happy (not in any particular order):
• Taking a power walk with my ipod blasting 80s and disco music
• Writing this blog!
• Seeing and talking with friends that inspire me (and who are positive)
• Cooking when I have a leisurely time to do it
• Reading books, just for fun (and finding myself escaping into a totally new world)
• Hearing and seeing my husband laugh (he laughs with his whole body)
• Patting my cat Sabine
• My book club
• Talking to my nephew Max who is about to turn 6 (he’s so smart, it just amazes me)
• Getting a kiss from my other nephew Ben (last time I saw him, he grabbed my face with both hands and planted a big wet one on me)
• When someone I worked with in the past, compliments me by telling me that they really like the job I did for them.
• Anticipating my god daughter’s 1st b-day party
• Collecting sea glass
• Shopping (see first blog post)
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS TOPIC! :)
But my personal happiness is not the big story here -- It’s been all over the news this past week and the consensus seems to be that today’s women are not happy: Arianna Huffington did a post last week entitled, “The Sad, Shocking Truth About How Women Are Feeling”: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arianna-huffington/the-sad-shocking-truth-ab_b_290021.html, and Maureen Dowd’s column last Sunday in the New York Times is called “Blue is the New Black”: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/opinion/20dowd.html
But what is the real story? Are women less happy than they were 40 years ago, and what will it take to make women happier? It’s a difficult question to answer, and depends on one’s circumstances.
If, as a woman, you are dealing with issues of freedom, famine, war, sex crimes, abuse, infanticide of girls, etc., you are dealing with basic, fundamental issues that affect your life at a gut level. Empowering women and creating laws that protect women should be the ultimate goals.
Bill Clinton was on the Daily Show this week talking about his Clinton Global Initiative and about how women are the number one driver of economic growth, and that access to women's education and health care are the most important initiatives for the CGI this year. http://www.thedailyshow.com/. Also, an article from the National Post discusses how Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has made women a centerpiece of her diplomatic visits saying that empowering women is the single most important thing that can be done to drive global prosperity: http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/posted/archive/2009/08/18/hillary-clinton-makes-women-s-rights-top-priority.aspx
But if you live in a free country like the United States, and you are educated, have a partner, have a family, but are dealing with two full time jobs, commutes, and childcare, then your issues of happiness are much more specific. You need more TIME, you need to pair down your “to-do” list to the essentials, . . .. Dare I saw, you may need to say “no” more often.
But are you happy or unhappy? It’s really a very individual thing at this point. You may say you are happy that you have kids, and can see them grow up. You may pine for the simpler time when you were dating or newly married and didn’t have all the responsibility, and you may be utterly exhausted.
There are several new books that are tackling this subject from different perspectives that we might want to explore:
Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn
http://www.amazon.com/Half-Sky-Oppression-Opportunity-Worldwide/dp/0307267148/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253561482&sr=1-1
-- The oppression of women is not only a moral issue but also affects the growth of the world economy. This book is currently on the bestseller list and it takes the idea of women’s happiness to a global/political sphere, and thus outside ourselves to hopefully help women who are less fortunate then we are, and ultimately change the world.
Women Want More: How to Capture Your Share of the World's Largest, Fastest-Growing Market by Michael J. Silverstein and Kate Sayre http://www.amazon.com/Women-Want-More-Capture-Fastest-Growing/dp/0061776416/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253559082&sr=1-1
-- Women want more TIME; the book is based on the Boston Consulting Group’s global study of over 12,000 in over 22 countries. The authors’ findings are sometimes surprising: pets come before sex and time comes before money.
Find Your Strongest Life: What the Happiest and Most Successful Women Do Differently by Marcus Buckingham:
http://www.amazon.com/Find-Your-Strongest-Life-Differently/dp/1400202361/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253561570&sr=1-1
-- Women want less choice. This was discussed in Maureen Dowd’s column, but I think she makes too much of it – we definitely should not go back to the “simpler times” when women couldn’t get the jobs men could (and they definitely didn’t get paid the same), when societal pressures said that you had to get married and have a bunch of kids, when abortion was illegal.
The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun by Gretchen Rubin (out in January):
http://www.amazon.com/Happiness-Project-Morning-Aristotle-Generally/dp/0061583251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253561615&sr=1-1
--One woman’s journey on the road towards happiness, a project: http://www.happiness-project.com/; women may need to help others in order to feel happy with themselves. This book takes the “O, the Oprah Magazine” stance that we are in control of our own happiness and can try lots of different things to get there.
But is happiness a destination? Will we ever “get there”? I don’t think so.
I think every day is a struggle to find balance between what we need to do and what we want to do: get up and go to work, cook (or buy healthy food), clean, handle one’s finances, take care of others (kids, partners, pets) and the things we want to do like travel, take long walks, etc. (yes, there can be overlap)
Having read all of these items in the news and about these books, I am finding that being happy is a daily struggle. And I know that my hopes, dreams, frustrations are my own and very personal, but they are also other women’s as well. I think it comes down to being in the moment and looking at each day as a gift. And, trying to look outside oneself towards helping others, like volunteering or mentoring.
So, what makes you happy? I want to know . . . . .
Some things that make me happy (not in any particular order):
• Taking a power walk with my ipod blasting 80s and disco music
• Writing this blog!
• Seeing and talking with friends that inspire me (and who are positive)
• Cooking when I have a leisurely time to do it
• Reading books, just for fun (and finding myself escaping into a totally new world)
• Hearing and seeing my husband laugh (he laughs with his whole body)
• Patting my cat Sabine
• My book club
• Talking to my nephew Max who is about to turn 6 (he’s so smart, it just amazes me)
• Getting a kiss from my other nephew Ben (last time I saw him, he grabbed my face with both hands and planted a big wet one on me)
• When someone I worked with in the past, compliments me by telling me that they really like the job I did for them.
• Anticipating my god daughter’s 1st b-day party
• Collecting sea glass
• Shopping (see first blog post)
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS TOPIC! :)
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Why can’t stores be open when I want them to?
Do you ever have an overwhelming urge to do something and then the outlet does not exist?
This morning, after meeting my authors for an interview at NBC studio's "Weekend Today" about what women want, (their book is called Women Want More) for which their segment was bumped (a pesky terrorist scare was to blame), I felt an overwhelming urge to go shopping to assuage my pain.
Here I was, surrounded by stores aplenty in the plaza at Rockefeller Center – all those chain stores that you can go to in a mall in the suburbs: J. Crew, Anthropologie, Banana Republic, Coach, etc., but here are the glossy, flagships with their whimsical window displays and I wanted in. I had just stood in a mind-numbing line at Dean and Deluca to get a croissant and coffee and I dearly wanted to browse (and dare I say buy), and at 10:00 a.m. on a Sunday in September, when the sun is high in the sky, the weather is still Indian summer warm, and there are European tourists all over the place, you’d think I’d be able to.
But no – in the midst of a full scale recession where stores are going out of business and even Barnes & Nobles are losing leases, all of these stores were closed!
OK, I know it is Sunday morning, but we’re in a recession for God’s sake and there are tourists (and shopaholic New Yorkers) all over the place, so can’t you cater to us? I wanted to try on that delicious little black and white stripped dress with the corset top and laced ribbon back that I saw in the Anthropologie catalogue. I do my share of online shopping (Zappos.com, J.Jill), but I wanted to try it on at that very moment.
I thought I’d wait it out – I called a few friends while sitting on a bench, eavesdropping on an architectural tour, and I called my Mom. I called my brother and spoke to my sister-in-law for a minute while my nephew screamed in the background, I called my husband to complain and ask him to look up stuff for me on Google since I’m blackberry deficient, I even read a few pages of a manuscript for work: The Devil’s Star by Jo Nesbo. . …. 10:00 a.m. turned to 11:00 a.m. and still nothing. Tourists and other possible New Yorkers passed by the mythical Anthropologie pressing their noses to the glass, but saw the futility of waiting around and left.
I picked myself up – me in my black dress, black blazer and purple tights with professionally looking blue Coach tote – and decided to walk over to 42nd Street to the New Balance store on 42nd St. to check out running shoes. Another disaster – the store was barred up with a sign that said – “while we undergo renovations, visit us at 49th and 7th”. Now, why couldn’t they have had that on their non-existent answering machine? I had called and got no answer.
At this point, I’d had enough, and I stumbled (in ill-fitting black pumps) over to the train station to go home. Another day had gone by without total fulfillment. But as Scarlett O’Hara said in Gone with the Wind, “Tomorrow is another day.”
This morning, after meeting my authors for an interview at NBC studio's "Weekend Today" about what women want, (their book is called Women Want More) for which their segment was bumped (a pesky terrorist scare was to blame), I felt an overwhelming urge to go shopping to assuage my pain.
Here I was, surrounded by stores aplenty in the plaza at Rockefeller Center – all those chain stores that you can go to in a mall in the suburbs: J. Crew, Anthropologie, Banana Republic, Coach, etc., but here are the glossy, flagships with their whimsical window displays and I wanted in. I had just stood in a mind-numbing line at Dean and Deluca to get a croissant and coffee and I dearly wanted to browse (and dare I say buy), and at 10:00 a.m. on a Sunday in September, when the sun is high in the sky, the weather is still Indian summer warm, and there are European tourists all over the place, you’d think I’d be able to.
But no – in the midst of a full scale recession where stores are going out of business and even Barnes & Nobles are losing leases, all of these stores were closed!
OK, I know it is Sunday morning, but we’re in a recession for God’s sake and there are tourists (and shopaholic New Yorkers) all over the place, so can’t you cater to us? I wanted to try on that delicious little black and white stripped dress with the corset top and laced ribbon back that I saw in the Anthropologie catalogue. I do my share of online shopping (Zappos.com, J.Jill), but I wanted to try it on at that very moment.
I thought I’d wait it out – I called a few friends while sitting on a bench, eavesdropping on an architectural tour, and I called my Mom. I called my brother and spoke to my sister-in-law for a minute while my nephew screamed in the background, I called my husband to complain and ask him to look up stuff for me on Google since I’m blackberry deficient, I even read a few pages of a manuscript for work: The Devil’s Star by Jo Nesbo. . …. 10:00 a.m. turned to 11:00 a.m. and still nothing. Tourists and other possible New Yorkers passed by the mythical Anthropologie pressing their noses to the glass, but saw the futility of waiting around and left.
I picked myself up – me in my black dress, black blazer and purple tights with professionally looking blue Coach tote – and decided to walk over to 42nd Street to the New Balance store on 42nd St. to check out running shoes. Another disaster – the store was barred up with a sign that said – “while we undergo renovations, visit us at 49th and 7th”. Now, why couldn’t they have had that on their non-existent answering machine? I had called and got no answer.
At this point, I’d had enough, and I stumbled (in ill-fitting black pumps) over to the train station to go home. Another day had gone by without total fulfillment. But as Scarlett O’Hara said in Gone with the Wind, “Tomorrow is another day.”
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